The Fishy Story of the Resurrection

Today is Easter Sunday, and I thought it would be a good time to bring to light something that has bothered me for a long time about the Christian resurrection story. I’ve mentioned before that, as an outsider to Christianity, the whole idea of God creating us broken and then coming to save us from his own mistake by dying for us, so that those who believe do not have to go to hell, is quite the absurdity, but it is essentially the Christian story. What also seems rather obvious to me is that the resurrection is very much a “just-so” kinda story. Let me try to explain:

You have Jesus dying, which is seen by a large number of people. But then you have his supposed resurrection, for which we really have nothing but the attestation of Christian believers. The stories tell us that after his resurrection Jesus supposedly spends about two months with his friends, appearing at times, walking into rooms that are locked, and eating broiled fish, without really telling anyone else. In all that time it would seem that Jesus never once appeared to anyone but his friends. He certainly doesn’t seem to have appeared to Pilate, or any of the Jewish authorities, although he very easily could have. He could have demonstrated to those who didn’t believe, much like he did for Thomas, that he was very much alive after his execution. After this period of time Jesus finally flies off to heaven, presumably to take control of the universe, and has never been seen again[1]. When it comes to the post-death appearance of Jesus, the only sources we have for these miraculous claims come from Christians.  The whole thing seems, well frankly, fishy.

What do I mean by fishy? Have you ever known a somebody who loves to fish? Have you ever heard the tales they’ll sometimes tell of the giant fish they caught, yet the only evidence they present is their testimony, or perhaps the word of their fishing buddies? This giant fish inevitably got away, or was eaten, so there’s no remaining evidence of this large fish, but the fisherman is convinced he caught the big one. Now, when it comes to the Jesus story, doesn’t it seems to be just a little too convenient that the story of Jesus involves a bunch of fishermen, and a man who completely disappears after his most incredible miracle of all? The story sounds to me like one of those “I caught a 80 pound whopper ten years ago” stories.

The whole idea of Jesus’ resurrection would be more believable if we had some credible enemy attestation to it. Even more impressive would be if Jesus was still here today to tell us about how he was crucified and came back to life. Yet we’re forced to sit in a position were we have to take this fish story on nothing more than the beliefs of fishermen who lived millennia ago. The whole thing is fishy. From the ichthys fish to the fisherman buddies of Jesus. At least with big fish stories we know that big fish exist (as anyone who has ever seen a tuna can attest), but I don’t think we can say the same for resurrecting god-men.

[1] Mormons seem to claim that he flew to the Americas and visited Hebrews that lived there, but there’s no evidence that these people lived.

One thought on “The Fishy Story of the Resurrection”

  1. YUP! That propensity of fishermen to hyperbolize their fishing experiences definitely diminishes the validity of the whole story. Even so, the susceptible –whoops!– “faithful” continue to believe. SMH

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